“You are going to get fucked so hard, Mia Kelly,” I whisper, loving the little shudder that ripples through her body and the pause in her breath.

She presses her lips to my cheek.

“Good. Now hurry up and get us there.”

I TRAIL BEHIND MIA INTO the villa, carrying our bags and the welcome basket we received at check-in.

Chocolate, assorted teas, a bottle of wine, and some information on the resort; a map and a few local restaurant menus.

I look up after kicking the door closed.

Mia stops beside the bed and bends over, unhooking the strap on her sandal. The hem of her dress rides up.

Restaurant menus? They might as well go straight in the fucking garbage. I’m staring at my next several meals right here.

“Wow. This place is beautiful, Ben.” Mia tosses her shoes against the wall and explores the ocean-front room. She runs her hand over the bedspread and fingers the amber-tinted jewels hanging from the lampshade on the table before popping into the bathroom. “We have one of those giant soaking tubs!” she yells.

Laughing, I set the bags down, all but one. I carry the small cinch tote over to the bed and pull off my shirt.

“Oh, my God, it’s huge!”

I smirk. “Thank you.”

Mia peeks her head out, grinning. Her eyes burn over my bare chest, then fall on the tote. “Whatcha got there?” she asks, padding across the room.

I loosen the string and pull out the oil.

Stopping beside me, Mia stares at the bottle in my hand. Her lips part with a slow inhale.

“I want to give you a massage.”

She lifts her gaze. Her pink tongue wets her lips. “Okay.”

“I want you naked.”

Mia smiles a little. “Okay,” she says, her voice softer.

An anxious whisper that makes my dick jump.

I jerk my chin at the bed. “And I really want you to lie still and let me do this. Let me take care of you.” I bend to kiss her mouth. “That means no grabbing my junk.”

“What?” she laughs against me. “Not even a little?”

“Not until I’m done making you feel good.”

“But . . . that makes me feel really good.”

“Mia,” I growl, plucking at her dress.

“Okay, okay. No touching your junk.” She kisses my jaw and waves a dismissive hand. “Jeez. You act like I can’t control myself around that thing. I’m not even sure I want to touch it.”

I arch my brow. She giggles, playfully elbowing me in my side.

Taking my silent instruction, Mia strips off her dress and panties and climbs onto the bed, settling on her stomach. She braces her weight on her elbows.

Turning her head, her bold eyes follow my hands as I unbutton my shorts and lower them to the floor with my boxers.

She stares at my cock, unashamed in her desire. Warmth blooms in her cheeks.

“Yeah, you don’t want to touch it,” I joke, kicking my clothes to the side.

Mia drops her head. A soft laugh ripples through her body. “I’ll never forget the first time I saw it. It kind of scared the shit out of me. I’d never seen one that big before.”

I stare down at my cock, all nine glorious inches of it. My chest swells with arrogance.

Good.

“I was scared too,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her thighs.

She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes curious.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I was really hoping I’d give you this phenomenal experience and you’d only want my dick from then on out. I felt like you were mine that night. Already. The second I saw you in the bar, I felt it.”

She blinks, those dark irises swelling. “I was yours,” she says, sounding like she’s always believed it. Maybe even as much as I have.

I swipe her hair off her face. I bend to kiss her shoulder. “Lie down, Angel.”

She flattens out on her chest, tucking her arms against her sides. Her cheek presses into the mattress.

Flipping open the cap on the oil, I pour a generous amount onto my palm. A few drops spill onto her skin, following the curve of her waist and saturating the comforter.

Starting at her hips, I smooth my slippery hands up her back to her shoulders and down again, moving the oil over her body and warming it.

Her skin begins to glow. A rich scent fills the air.

Vanilla.

I massage the tops of her thighs and her ass, those sexy as fuck dimples at the lowest point on her back. She moans softly when I spend some extra time there, moving my hands lower, my fingers brushing down her crack and dipping between her legs. I push my thumbs together and press up the line of her spine.

My cock bobs heavily. The tip wet with oil.

Mia smiles, wiggling her ass a little, her eyes closed in bliss.

I know she feels me growing hard. I can’t say I’m deliberately trying to rub my length over her skin. I can’t say I’m not either.

“Feel good?” I ask, my hands squeezing her waist.

Feels fucking great to me.

“Mm.” She nods a little. “So good. I’m so relaxed.”

“Good. Turn over for me. I want to do your front.”

Mia flips, stretching out on her back and smirking when our eyes lock. Her hair creates a dark halo around her.

“I bet you do,” she says through a chuckle.

“You being cute?” I ask, watching her smile grow.

“Yep.”

Her confidence is precious. It’s deserved too. I want to do a lot to her front.